We all have that soft, soppy, romantic side. Here is mine. This is for the person that I am going to marry. The person that I am going to spend my life loving and making as happy as they make me.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
25/05/2013
I cannot wait for the day that I can turn and look at you, with a huge smile on my face, and say "I'm his girl."
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
21/05/2013
I woke up.
I woke up, from dreaming of you.
I woke up, hoping to see your face.
I woke up, wanting to be in your arms.
I woke up, wishing to kiss you.
I woke up, and I was alone.
Monday, May 20, 2013
20/05/2013
“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on
you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around
feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell
of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided
on you.”
Saturday, May 18, 2013
18/05/2013
"Fall in love with someone who promises to make you laugh, fall in love with the constant feeling of being anchored to someone who makes the crash of waves bearable, someone who makes you stronger. Fall in love with someone who tells you that if they fall asleep waiting for you to call, they'll call you in the morning. - but not too early. Be in love with something greater than the both of you that defies your superstitions. Be in the arms of someone you can call your lover, someone that completes your heart. Be with someone who lets you be wrong and wades in the mistake with you. Fall in love and write down in your diaries "we made it through," knowing there is more (good things) to come. But most of all, hold on to that love with clenched fists and a willing heart."
Sunday, May 05, 2013
05/05/2013
Commitment.
It scares me. More than scares me, in fact. It petrifies me. I'm scared to open myself to someone like that again. I'm scared that I will get hurt. Again. But when it comes to you, I will be able to crush that fear. I will be able to let you in, past my walls, and into the recesses of my heart.
It scares me. More than scares me, in fact. It petrifies me. I'm scared to open myself to someone like that again. I'm scared that I will get hurt. Again. But when it comes to you, I will be able to crush that fear. I will be able to let you in, past my walls, and into the recesses of my heart.
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